Chapter 155
The emotions Han Yaseong felt now were much like those.
Senior Eun-ah was a woman he wouldn't have dared even glance at in normal times. She was the eldest daughter of Jang Il-hak, chairman of Jangjin Group, one of Korea's top 100 companies. At first, he'd thought it was one of the top 10 Korean conglomerates with assets in the tens of trillions because it often appeared in the media, but that wasn't the case. Later, he looked it up online: market cap around 3 trillion, annual sales over 2 trillion, net profit about 400 billion.
And yet, the eldest daughter of that very company had become his cum dump. Not even number one, but number two. Right after Senior Yujin, she was his second.
It had always felt a bit off, but now it filled him with anxiety. Senior Eun-ah, clutching her breasts with both hands and eyes closed, lost in some narcissistic bliss—it suddenly made her seem frightening.
Han Yaseong had always feared losing the objects of his affection. His dread of losing Choi Yujin was proof of that. But now, he was starting to fear losing Senior Eun-ah too.
She was upper-class. She could leave at any moment. He wondered why he hadn't even considered that possibility until now. He'd grown too complacent.
Senior Eun-ah wasn't some poor heroine from Devil's Lover, and he wasn't a chaebol heir like Junya who had everything. It was the opposite. She was the chaebol heiress, and he was the poor guy.
They might be like this now, but who knew what the future held—they could end up breaking apart somehow. Yujin might slip away, and so might Eun-ah. They weren't fish he could hold in his hands. They were just fish that had momentarily escaped, ready to swim off again at any time.
Realizing this crucial truth, Han Yaseong instinctively got to work. He had to make sure, at the very least, that Senior Eun-ah couldn't leave later.
So he laid her down, still basking in the thick afterglow, and began sucking on her breasts. Helping her savor the lingering pleasure even more. He had to make it so she couldn't feel it alone. Otherwise, she'd have no more need for him. He had to make her feel it through him.
"Ahh..."
As planned, Jang Eun-ah savored that deep afterglow. Her own hands alone hadn't been enough to properly caress her breasts, but with Yaseong laying her down and sucking on them, the pleasure intensified, putting her in an even better mood. It was definitely better when someone else did it.
But something felt different from usual. Yaseong never did this kind of aftercare post-climax. He'd cum and that was it. So him sucking her tits now felt oddly special. Unlike before, it was like she was the one being served. Like Yaseong was the one providing service.
Whatever it was, Junya's shadow had completely vanished from his actions. Yujin had said it once: Yaseong had countless versions of himself. And to Jang Eun-ah, that rang true.
Yaseong had many faces. If there was a strong Yaseong, there was also this weak one. If there was a devilish Yaseong, there was this childlike one too. She could observe countless sides of him even during sex. Just earlier, he'd demanded an enema, defecation, and naked walks—enough to terrify anyone—and now here he was, sucking her tits like a boy who'd lost his mom. It was impossible to pin down what was going on.
It almost made her wonder if he had multiple personalities. Studying Yaseong in psychoanalysis could probably yield a mountain of papers.
As those thoughts crossed her mind, Yaseong's face drew close through her glasses, and she closed her eyes.
"Mmm..."
He was kissing her. Lips sucking lips, tongue slipping in to lick every corner. The skinship after climax felt so good. Slick love juices began flowing from Jang Eun-ah's pussy again.
This side of Yaseong wasn't bad at all. If he were always just Junya-like, it'd get boring. Seeing him like this—like a young puppy—was pure delight.
Just like that, he reverted to the innocent first-year boy. Naked, Jang Eun-ah melted deeply into Han Yaseong's embrace, kissing him with a happy smile. His palm stroking the juicy folds of her dripping pussy felt incredibly tender. Her pussy lips quivered in delight at the touch.
This must be how he'd tamed Choi Yujin. Eun-ah had known her since childhood and was well aware Yujin was the type no man could tame. Yet here she was, tamed by a mere junior guy, complaining her pussy hurt and sending her friend—Eun-ah herself—to soothe his cock instead.
Thinking back to the old Yujin, it was unimaginable.
"I get why Yujin fell for you," Jang Eun-ah said with a laugh. Han Yaseong paused sucking her nipple, lifted his head, and looked at her.
"Senior Yujin fell for me?"
"Yeah. Why else would she send me to you? She must really like you to do that. If she didn't, she'd have just broken up. Yujin breaks up easy. Look at her with Seo Tae-ha—she fucked Ban Hee-kyung and dumped him right away."
But with Yaseong, it was the opposite. She'd even sent herself to manage things. Proof she didn't want to lose him.
Jang Eun-ah believed Han Yaseong had a unique charm all his own. He looked and seemed ordinary on the surface, but there was something special about him. It was multifaceted. His incredibly tough body, the unusual strength of his cock—those played a part. His gentle nature, how he prioritized women—huge strengths. And the clincher: moments like this, clinging like a child.
Women all had their maternal instincts, and Yaseong stimulated them massively. His conflicting sides blended so well that being with him was never boring. No other man had this. Not even Seo Tae-ha. That's why Yaseong felt like a fatally dangerous guy.
But it only became clear once you really got to know him. Casual acquaintances couldn't see that special spark.
Still, Han Yaseong harbored a lingering anxiety deep in his heart.
"I'm worried someday Senior Yujin or you might leave me."
"Just don't lose this side of you. As long as you're not neglectful to me or Yujin, I doubt we'll ever break up."
"Really?"
"Yeah. They say couples break up because they get neglectful. They treat each other out of obligation, and feelings fade. But if you keep being horny for us like this, it'll be hard to let go."
With that, Jang Eun-ah reached for his softened cock. The limp shaft dangled and wobbled like soft tofu.
Han Yaseong internalized the vital lesson. Don't neglect them. Don't treat it like an obligation. Stay horny. Never half-ass it like at the breakwater. He vowed it to himself.
Meanwhile, he kept fondling Senior Eun-ah's pussy and ass, probing her anus with his middle finger.
Jang Eun-ah stroked his cock with eyes closed, lost in thought. Honestly, their relationship was mostly sexual. That endless erection power and obsessive lust were his greatest strengths. No woman could hate that. When a guy stays horny for you and unleashes his lust relentlessly, you can't dislike it. Even if your heart's not in it, your body gives in first—and eventually, so does your heart.
That's what had happened to Yujin and herself, Jang Eun-ah felt. Otherwise, there'd be no reason to fuck Yaseong like this.
This cock was amazing. Just stroking it, and it was already swelling again. Enough to drive multiple women insane. She doubted Yujin and she alone could satisfy him. More women would come into his life for sure. No way just the two of them could handle that lust.
It was ridiculous, but for their own convenience, she'd probably end up okay with him meeting others. Not actively cheering it on, but she wouldn't oppose it either.
Han Yaseong felt a bit relieved. He figured Seniors Yujin and Eun-ah wouldn't leave anytime soon. The future was uncertain, but for now, he could relax.
And so he resolved to keep ravaging her sexually. That's what they'd like, what would keep them from leaving.
Han Yaseong slid back down, took her ass cheek in his mouth, and sucked noisily. No matter how much he sucked, a woman's ass never got old.